Craig Gallagher
Diligent by design and blessed with marksmanship. Laced with worldly worries and heartfelt sincerity, the Poisoned Prince packs up his hidden secrets and prepares to travel to another dimension. Living in a world of worlds where insecurities and fears become man once again.
Illusions illuminate all the while conscious coincidence may demonstrate. A brightened horizon awaiting somewhere in distant lands. A brief vision seen through the cracks of my hands. Wonders of the how's and the why's, listening to the laughs of the children yet some of them are still wiping their eyes. Timing the thoughts about the where's and the when, coming to understand today and what could have been. Entering the scene and suddenly out of the blues, that lightly whispered voice galantly guides me to the who. So, you may see the shining of the sun reflecting your footsteps still you ask have you won? Your need of understanding embraces your desire. Will you be able to see the smoke rising above the fire? Will you know that you are standing in the middle of imaginary ashes? End the self conflicting wounds and the emotional lashes. You are indeed a human being. It is just fine to make a mistake. There is no need to be playing with a magic rake. Hands in the air smiling through the wind, how in the world did I deserve this? Holding onto my breath, looking for the nearest star, I make another wish.
Born in Southern New England to a modest blue collar middle class family, Craig Gallagher learned early to appreciate and understand simple family values that today seem foreign in contrast. Fortunate enough to grow up with great natural native surroundings much time had been spent exploring earthly elements of life. In leiu of traditional methods of college and career achievments, Craig evolved a career around his life experiences and turned to writing as a form to express himself all the while physically researching and observing human nature and behavioral aspects of living in a world that is restless. Combining extraordinary people and amazing real life
situations Craig conveys a poetic journey whether written or with the interactions of others.
Thumbing through the pages of the planet news. There are no funnies only a piper playing the blues. Breaking hearts and crushing souls, red rains burning hellacious holes. Fugitives free from the battles and the bruises. The curtain calls and everyone else looses. Hollywood could never headline such a script of horrors. For who should be so brave as to sing in the chorus? Madness and maniacal suprises among every street and every crowd. How could exhausting evils exist today? How is it allowed? Living in an age of so called peace and unification, a mystical force. Why are people ruining their lives with intellectual intercourse! Has the jealousies of others really destroyed the faith in love only to be jaded for another century? I can no longer contemplate the actions shed by the lonely. All that I need to know for now is how to feel free. There are these imaginary prison bars all around me somehow developed by the demons on the outside. Courage conquers all so they say. My energy is being drained by just staying alive here today. To close my eyes to see the shining in the warmth of the world, perhaps only in a dream. Dreading the thought of waking up to the piranhas in the mainstream.
Passing along the words of yesterday and to feel strangely honored, making it this far can never be compared to my emotions from the past. It is today that I have come to understand and to learn about life's darkness in others. I may be lonely at times and always walking with empty hands, however I know my heart is full of light. Complaining about little fictions can last forever, a solid spirit can glow in any kind of weather. The thunder may distract while the lightening attracts ambitious points of view from a house of heart attacks.
Expecting to exceed the most simple appetite arguing against dessert, only to feel my senses mounting with desire to quench my thirst. How can I believe in everything that is placed before me knowing it is too late to turn back? Focusing on the flame as the candle makes a master of a centerpiece, I can feel something in the air around me. My forehead fixed on my folded hands, not sure which blessing to thank first. Through the abundance of it all, I can't help but to notice the shadow of the second hand skipping around the wall.
Spring cleaning will have to be on the forefront if my future is to shine on. All of the miseries that I wished away still taunt the tests of endurance throughout my soul. I will have to fight the woes stronger than ever now and of course the convictions of my mission will no longer be superficial and candy coated with special words. I am starving for action and I am hoping for some retraction from the evils smiling at me everytime a false move is made. What can I possibly say or do to complete the never ending circles of turmoil and upsets? Attacking the demons through positive thinking, the mirage of my colors fade from one extreme to the next. The solution to my confusion has to be solved on my own. The pressure is on and so is my boiling point. Most others would easily give up and most others would surrender. I am not like most others. I am bolder than my looks and my glares. The light in my eyes never dim. I am still standing with my own two feet looking up to the top of the stairs. Although, I will admit to the pains and the sufferings that I shrug off to the distance. I need and I will get over and beyond those landscapes in my mind.
